An Infinity of Family Love
Copyright© 2025 by MrCurrie
Chapter 7
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Dave is a fortunate man. Follow his journey with him through a lifetime of love, challenges, and enduring family bonds.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Pregnancy
A month later, Jennifer’s behavior took a curious turn. She was coy, humming to herself more often, tossing knowing glances my way like breadcrumbs. Then one Saturday, she ushered me into the garden with a wink. “Take a break, Dad,” she said. “Your surprise needs a little staging.”
An hour later, she returned, lips curved in a secret smile. “Come inside,” she teased, threading her fingers through mine.
In the living room, a young woman sat perched on the edge of the couch, legs crossed just so. Her silky brunette hair fell in gentle waves, framing a face that was at once shy and daring. She met my gaze with a slow, playful, deliberate smile, like she’d read the room and decided to stir it. Her blouse flirted with the light, revealing bare, smallish breasts underneath.
Jennifer slid in beside her, her eyes flicking between us with the satisfaction of someone who’d pulled off the perfect surprise. The room hummed with possibility, as if introductions were beside the point.
Jennifer broke the stillness with a calm but electric grace. “Dad,” she said, “I’d like you to meet my sister, actually half-sister, Marcy.”
She turned to the young woman beside her. “Marcy, this is your father, Dave.”
Marcy smiled, poised and unaffected, her gaze steady. No shock. No hesitation. That smile told me everything. My mischievous daughter had set me up.
And then it landed. Julie had once said she’d wait until her passing to notify her daughter in a parting letter who her father was. I felt my face fall, an involuntary drop I couldn’t mask. My eyes blinked too fast, trying to hold back the blur of tears. The moment unraveled in silence, full of truth I wasn’t prepared for, yet somehow had always sensed was coming.
Marcy shot to her feet and crossed the room in two quick strides, her hands clasping mine before I could react. Her eyes were wide, not with fear, but with something tender and determined.
“Mom was afraid this might happen,” she said gently, quickly clarifying, “She’s still alive. It was your father, the dad who raised me. He’s the one who died in a car accident.”
She paused, her grip tightening just a little. “After he passed, Mom knew it was time to tell me. And since then, we’ve become closer. She’s the one who encouraged me to meet with you.”
Her voice trembled with something between relief and resolve. It wasn’t just the truth she was handing me. It was hope.
A storm of questions crashed into my mind, and before I could filter a single one, they tumbled out. “Why didn’t Julie call me when Dad passed? Were you angry when you found out the truth when you learned that your mom had an affair with me, that she kept it all hidden?” My voice cracked beneath the weight of it.
Her smile was tender, a quiet balm against the ache in my chest. “Mom told me it was always his wish to leave that part of his life behind,” she said gently. “So she honored it. You were on your honeymoon when he passed, and she didn’t want to intrude, not wanting to spoil something beautiful with something painful.”
She paused, gathering herself before continuing with quiet sincerity. “About Mom and you. I understand her reasoning. Dad couldn’t give her a child, and without you, I wouldn’t be here. But growing up, she gave all her love to him. Knowing the truth hasn’t dimmed that for me. If anything, it’s brought light. I have a father. I have you.”
I looked at her, studying her features, and the resemblance to Julie was unmistakable. Gently, I brushed a lock of hair from her cheek and said, “You’re every bit as beautiful as your mother, and your warmth and kindness mirror hers perfectly. She raised you with love and grace.”
She blushed, let out a soft giggle, and murmured, “Mom said you were quite the charmer. I can see now exactly how she fell for you.” She turned to Jennifer and gave her a subtle nod. A signal they had clearly agreed on beforehand. Jennifer scooted over, gently taking one of my hands, while Marcy held the other, both of them surrounding me with silent support.
“Dad,” Jennifer began, taking a steadying breath to gather her courage. “Marcy’s spouse isn’t able to have children, and she’s asking if you would be willing to father her baby.”
More questions, but I couldn’t help but harden, gazing at my newly-found daughter. “Does Julie know what you’re planning?” I asked.
Marcy smiled brightly. “She’s the one who suggested it and encouraged me to go through with it. She said there’s no one else she’d rather have as the father of my child.”
“Have you seen a doctor to find out why your husband can’t get you pregnant?” I asked.
Marcy grinned, reached into her purse, and pulled out a photo. It showed her and a strikingly beautiful blonde woman, arms wrapped around each other’s waists. “This is Pamela, my life partner. She fully supports what we’re doing. In fact, she and Mom get along wonderfully, and they’re both completely on board.”
Unsure of how Jennifer would feel, I turned to her, and my expression conveyed my concern without a word.
She squeezed my hand and said, “Dad, I want you to impregnate her, like you did for me. Please make your other daughter as happy as you’ve made me. Her ovulation cycle just started, so she’ll stay here for a week. If, after a month, she finds out she isn’t pregnant, she’ll return on her next cycle. Please help her, Daddy.”
Her pleading, soft, hopeful look melted my heart, and I knew I couldn’t deny her anything. “Of course, sweetie. How do we do this?”
They both burst into giggles, then wrapped me in a tight, joyful hug. Moments later, they took my hands and gently guided me toward the bedroom. Just before crossing the threshold, Marcy turned to me, her eyes steady and open. “Mom told me about your first time together,” she said softly. “How she tried to keep it clinical, almost detached, like it was just a procedure.”
She took a breath, her voice rich with emotion. “She warned me not to follow that path. She said the real connection comes from letting love in, allowing it to flood the space between us. That’s what I want. Not something mechanical. I want it to feel real. I want the girlfriend experience. Make love to me as you would your wife, but I must warn you. I’ve never been with a man, so I’m not experienced.”
She licked her lips, anticipating our kiss, and when our lips gently touched, her eyes widened. They were the same deep brown as her mother’s, her lips just as sweet as well. I pulled back, and Jennifer began stripping off my clothes, while Marcy slowly unbuttoned her blouse. When Jennifer pulled down my pants and underwear, my cock sprang out, catching Marcy’s attention.
She stared at it and whispered, “It’s so much nicer than I imagined. Can I touch it?”
Jennifer guided Marcy’s hand to my cock, and Marcy’s fingers immediately wrapped around it, exploring and pulling on it. “The head is so much bigger than the shaft.” She turned to Jennifer and asked, “Does it hurt when it goes in?”
Jennifer giggled and said, “No, it feels wonderful when it spreads you open. Dad’s very gentle. He broke my hymen, and I barely noticed. The pleasure soon outweighed any discomfort I had.”
Marcy giggled and said, “The strap-ons have taken care of any of that, so that won’t be a problem, but they are quite a bit smaller and shorter than your magnificent prick.”
While Marcy squeezed and stroked my cock, I kissed her again. Jennifer began removing the rest of Marcy’s clothes, and, surprisingly, when she removed her skirt, her bald pussy came into view, no panties in sight. She’d come prepared.
I embraced her nude body, smashing our bare flesh together, her pointy nipples poking into my chest. We French kissed as I cupped her small tits and flicked her nipples with my thumbs. She inhaled deeply and pushed her breasts into me, wiggling around, making more contact.
Pulling back, she asked, “Can I call you Daddy, instead of Dave?”
Jennifer grinned widely as she’d told me before that it makes her pussy leak when she calls me Daddy. I did mention she’s Daddy’s girl, didn’t I? Evidently, Marcy felt the same.
“Of course you can. If I can call you sweetie,” I replied.
“Thanks, Daddy,” she purred, kissing me again.
My hands explored her tiny, firm body. Cupping her tight ass cheeks, I squeezed and massaged them, my prick getting harder thinking how it’d feel bouncing against her soft buns. I moved her to the bed and laid her gently onto the mattress. She spread her legs and extended her arms, thinking I’d start right off fucking her. Looking at her bare, puffy pussy mound, there was no way I wasn’t going to suck on that first.
I knelt between her legs and planted my face onto her pussy, grasping her ass with my hands and bringing her pelvis upward to munch on her slippery slot. She moaned and gasped as my tongue swiped up and down her slot before sinking into her channel. I swirled my tongue around, alternating between her interior folds and her engorged labia. She squirmed and groaned and, after several more minutes, released her juices as she climaxed.
“Fuck, you eat pussy good. I haven’t cum that fast for a long time,” she croaked.
I allowed her to recover and then dove in again, wanting to make sure she was loose and wet before I fucked her. Once again, she writhed around as I feasted on her scrumptious pussy. Every third swipe up her groove, I’d brush the protective hood hiding her clit. After several times, her engorged pearl popped out, and on the next cycle, I wrapped my lips around it and teased it with my tongue.
“Damn, I’m cumming again!” she screamed, her hips bucking up as I kept milking her bud, my fingers jabbed up her cunt. Her pussy convulsed and coated my fingers with her juices, as I continued to finger fuck her. Before her body completely relaxed, she begged, “Fuck me now! Stick it in and fill me, dammit!”
I inched forward, lifted her body until my prick lined up with her quivering quim, and jammed it in several inches. She squealed, and I wasn’t sure if it was from pain or excitement, but then she confirmed it, yelling, “It’s stretching me out. So damn good. Keep shoving it in. I love the feeling of your bare cock filling my pussy. Fuck me, Daddy!”
I leaned over and rested on my elbows as my cock slid in further. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them before lowering my mouth and latching onto a turgid nipple while thrusting further into her tight twat. She reminded me of Jennifer when I took her cherry, her pussy tight and wet. It was all I could do to hold off my orgasm, feeling my sexy daughter writhe and twist underneath from the pleasure.
Her breasts heaved rapidly as she gasped for air. I released her tit and kissed her passionately. Her hands held my head to hers as I shoved my cock the rest of the way into her pussy. She groaned in my mouth when my balls slapped against her ass.
“Oh ... Datddy ... Oh. Please. You’re so good, Daddy. Fuck me hard!” she begged.
While my hands kneaded her tits, I kissed her and madly drove my cock in and out of her clinging, clasping, tight pussy. After a dozen strokes, her pussy clamped down and released more of her slick juices as she climaxed.
“I’m cumming again, Daddy. Keep fucking me!” she exclaimed.
“Oh, sweetie,” I said, groaning. “Your pussy is so tight and wet. I love fucking you.”
I picked up my pace, slamming into her with all my force. Her body inched up the bed with each thrust. I moved my hands to the tops of her shoulders and pulled her into me, my prick sinking deeper than ever.
She growled each time my bloated head bumped against her cervix. Her arms wrapped around me, her nails digging into my flesh as she wrapped her legs around me, using the leverage to lift herself off the bed. We locked eyes, and I saw the same lustful, loving look as her mother Julie had when I bred her.
Her pupils dilated as her pussy quivered and squeezed. Her body tensed up, and when her pussy wrapped around my cock, my balls shot out a stream of cum. She grunted each time a splash of cum painted her walls. Her pussy contracted and milked my cock, not content with stopping until every ounce of baby batter had been drained from me.
Her face filled with euphoric bliss as endorphins flooded our systems. When we ceased humping, I felt Jennifer shove a pillow underneath Marcy’s ass to keep her elevated. Marcy kissed me, her eyes filled with love as she whispered, “Thank you, Daddy.” When she lowered her legs, I rolled off her, my chest heaving from trying to breathe in air.
“That was unbelievable!” I exclaimed. “You are a wonderful lover and a sexy woman. You remind me of your mother, who was one of the best lovers I’ve been with, only beaten by my mother.”
Jennifer playfully slapped me. “Hey, how about me?”
We giggled, and I backtracked, “Well, I meant to say past lovers. The best one is my current wife and daughter, my dear Jennifer.”
She leaned over and kissed me and said, “That’s better.”
I cupped Jennifer’s hanging tits and wondered when she’d undressed. She moaned, and when my hand drifted lower, I found her pussy filled with juice. She blushed as she admitted, “That was so fucking hot. I came from watching you two.”
She turned to her sister and asked, “Are you okay, Marcy?”
“Never been better,” Marcy replied, sighing. “It’s so much different than being with a woman. The strong hands holding me, his big cock filling my pussy entirely. It was a very intense experience. When he kissed me and looked into my eyes, when his cock spurted, it filled me with a feeling I’ve never felt before. Like I was a complete woman.”
“Hopefully, you’ll be even more complete with his baby growing in you,” Jennifer said, running her hand down my body until it wrapped around my semi-hard cock. She leaned over and enveloped her mouth around my prick and sucked and washed it with her tongue until it was hard.
She straddled me and sank her hungry pussy onto my cock, and lowered herself. “Sorry, Sis, but I need some relief that only my husband can provide.”
“No problem,” Marcy said, turning her head to watch my daughter bounce up and down, riding my cock.
I grabbed her tits and squeezed as her excitement level quickly elevated. Leaning down, she kissed me as her pussy pulsed with an orgasm, oiling up my prick with her syrupy nectar. Lifting off my cock, a stream of cum dribbled onto my groin.
“Your turn, Marcy. After your orgasm, he’ll need to pack his sperm into you afterward,” Jennifer said, grinning while holding my cock by the root so my prick pointed straight up.
Marcy crawled on top of me, placed her knees on either side, and positioned her pussy over my cock. “Stick it in, Jennifer,” she croaked, lowering herself until my tip kissed her labia. Once my mushroom-shaped head popped behind her outer ring, she slid down, moaning all the way. Once she bottomed out, she fucked me with wild abandon.
“Fuck, this is good!” she exclaimed. “I can control exactly where your cock hits. I love this position.”
She rode me, twisting her hips around, finally finding the correct angle where my prick slid across her rough patch, sending her into an orgasm. Her silky glove squeezed and throbbed, gushing out her juices.
After she pulled off, Jennifer helped position her for a doggy fuck. As I suspected earlier, holding her small, round asscheeks while pummeling her pussy was as great as I thought it’d be. She orgasmed three more times before I exploded. Afterward, she fell flat onto the bed, completely exhausted. I lay beside her, resting, when Jennifer pulled a sheet over us.
“I’ll be staying in my old room for the night. Part of connecting with Daddy is sleeping with him all night. Goodnight, you two,” she said, kissing each of us before leaving.
I awoke the next morning with Marcy’s head on my chest, her leg draped over me, while her arm clung to my chest. Her soft, deep breathing relaxed me, and I drifted off again, relishing the comforting feel of her body with mine.
An hour later, Jennifer shook us and said, “I’m fixing up breakfast. You two take a shower and join me.”
From Jennifer’s expression, I knew she wanted me to give Marcy the shower experience, so I gladly obliged her, giving Marcy a hard fucking against the shower stall. I’m sure Jennifer was smiling when she heard her sister screaming out from her orgasm.
During breakfast, Jennifer announced our schedule. “Every morning and evening, Daddy will deposit a load of sperm in you, and during the day, we’ll visit the sights around town, dining out in the evenings. We’ll hit the dance clubs, also. It’s so romantic the way Daddy holds you on the dance floor. You have to experience that.”
“Sounds great,” Marcy said. “Could we do everything that my mother did when she was here?”
The fun was doubled, walking through the gardens and dining out with two beautiful women on either side of me. One night, sitting at a table at a restaurant with a dance floor, a young man asked Jennifer to dance. She stated, “No thanks, only my daddy holds me.”
We all chuckled as he walked away, his face a shocked expression. Pretty soon, Marcy was giving the same response.
The night we dined at the Hilton, where Julie and I stayed, Marcy wore a short skirt and a thin blouse without a bra. She hugged me on the dance floor, her nipples hard as rocks. After the song ended, she planted a passionate kiss on me and whispered, “I love you, Daddy. My pussy is so wet for you. I want to throw you down and fuck you.”
“I love you, too, sweetie,” I replied, linking arms with her, leading her back to the table. Before we could sit, Jennifer intercepted us and handed me a keycard.
“I managed to get the same room,” Jennifer said, gleefully. “I’ll pick you up in the morning. I had them supply your bathroom with any toiletries you might need. Have fun, you two.”
On the way up the elevator, Marcy asked, “What’d she mean by the same room?”
I kissed her and replied, “It’s the room your mother and I stayed in when she came back to bring me out of my depression, after Mom’s death. You said you wanted the same sights, and this was one of them.”
“I love it!” she exclaimed. Once we were in the room, she immediately flung herself on the bed and lifted her skirt onto her stomach, baring her wet pussy. “Fuck me, Daddy! I can’t wait any longer.”
I dropped my pants and shorts and shoved my raging hardon into her seething sheath. We fucked like rabbits until our orgasms hit us. Afterward, we showered, and I replicated the time I’d had with her mother to the best of my recollection. Her orgasms seemed stronger, demanding to hear about her mother and me fucking each other.
During one of our rest periods, I asked, “Did your mother ever talk to you about your sexual preference for women?”
“No, she was very understanding,” she replied. “It surprised me as Dad seemed a little too straight-laced, but Mom always sided with me.”
“It probably helps that your mother had experience with making love to a woman. Did she ever tell you that Mom and her often made love when I was recovering from fucking them?”
“Shut up!” she exclaimed, slapping me playfully. She grabbed my cock, stroking it until hard, straddled me, and fucked me ferociously until an explosive orgasm overwhelmed her, triggering my own. When she collapsed on top of me, she confessed, “That turned me on so much. I’m going to have a little mother-daughter talk with her when I return. I think we could use a little more bonding.”
I giggled and said, “I hope she won’t get mad at me for divulging that bit of information.”
“Don’t worry about that,” she replied. “You can’t do any wrong as far as she’s concerned.”
We spent the rest of the night fucking our brains out, and when Jennifer picked us up, we went home and slept for several hours, Marcy clinging to me as if I were her favorite teddy bear.
The next night, with Marcy on the edge of the bed, her upright legs resting on my shoulders, I slammed my cock into her while she groaned and grunted from each forceful thrust. Jennifer stood off to the side, one of her hands squeezing one of her tits while her other dug into her horny hole.
“Watching you two fuck makes me so horny, I can hardly stand it,” she croaked, her expression a mix of anguish and lust.
“Sweetie, why don’t you jump up onto the bed and lower your pussy onto Marcy’s face?” I suggested, my grin wide. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind taking care of her sister’s horny pussy.”
Jennifer hesitated, glanced at Marcy, who now had her arms up to welcome her sister. “Daddy, I’ve never been with another woman.”
“There’s a first time for everything, sweetie. Your mother used to make love to Julie. The least you can do is to reciprocate with her daughter.”
She gasped. A look of shock crossed her face. “Really? Mom and Julie? Jesus!”
She clamored up onto the bed, and when she hovered over her sister’s head, Marcy reached up and pulled Jennifer’s pussy onto her mouth. Jennifer shrieked when Marcy began eating her sister’s pussy.
I set a faster pace, plowing into Marcy as Jennifer moaned and wiggled her groin around, having her pussy eaten by a woman for the first time.
“She’s as good as you, Daddy!” she exclaimed, after a long groan. Her nipples stuck out, hard as rocks. I reached up and twisted them, causing her to wail loudly.
Sensing all three of us were nearing our orgasms, I squeezed and pulled Jennifer’s distended tips as I slammed in as hard as I could. Jennifer climaxed first, her mouth open, her body tensing and jerking.
Marcy’s pussy clamped onto my prick, forcing streams of cum to shoot out my tip, bathing her insides with sticky sperm. After our bodies had succumbed to our desires and relaxed, I leaned forward and kissed Jennifer.
“Thanks for talking me into it, Daddy. I was really wound up,” she croaked.
Disentangling our bodies, I lay between them as we caught our breath.
Marcy broke the silence with, “Your pussy was delicious, Sis. I hate hogging all the attention from your husband. Anytime you need relief, let me help you.”
“Thanks,” Jennifer said, her voice soft and shaky. “Would you mind teaching me how to eat pussy?”
Marcy lifted her legs, planted her heels in the mattress, spread herself out, and said, “I’d love to. Just don’t suck all of Daddy’s cum out of me.”
Jennifer scrambled between her sister’s legs, and Marcy guided her on the art of eating pussy. I listened to pick up some pointers because I knew that no one knows how to chomp on a pussy better than a woman.
After Marcy climaxed, I felt a twinge in my groin and crawled up to Marcy’s head. She grabbed my cock and stuffed it in her mouth, sucking it until I was hard. I moved behind Jennifer, grabbed her waist, and lifted her pelvis. She propped herself up on her knees and spread her legs, knowing I was going to give her a special treat.
I sank my rock-hard cock into her until I was buried to the hilt. Her muffled screams emanated from Marcy’s cunt as I set a torrid pace of fucking my hot daughter. Marcy came on Jennifer’s second orgasm, and ten minutes later, we all came together.
From then on, Jennifer joined us, and while I recovered between sessions, they made love.
After a week of breeding my new daughter, it was time for Jennifer to drive her to the airport. After a passionate kiss, she whispered, “One farewell infusion for good luck.”
She bent over the couch and pulled up her skirt. Of course, she wasn’t wearing panties, and seizing the opportunity, I jammed my prick into her snug snatch. On her third orgasm, I filled her pussy with a load of cum for her to take back home with her.
When Jennifer returned from dropping off her sister, she reclaimed her husband, fucking me for the rest of the day.
A month later, we received word that Marcy was indeed pregnant.
A few weeks after that, Jennifer left to go shopping, and when she returned, a stunning, petite blonde came in with her. I recognized her as Marcy’s wife. At first, I feared she’d come to give me hell, but by the broad, lustful smile on her face, I began to suspect Jennifer was up to another trick.
“Daddy, this is Pamela, Marcy’s wife,” Jennifer introduced us. “Marcy and she have decided they want two children, and they’d like them to be near the same age. “Pamela is currently ovulating and would love to have you as the father.”
I knew from our time with Marcy that Jennifer would be totally onboard with me impregnating Pamela, my daughter-in-law. Without hesitation, I extended my hand to Pamela to take her hand. Instead, she rushed into me, wrapping her arms around me. Her braless tits felt bigger than Marcy’s, and my prick certainly appreciated them, rising to the occasion.
She leaned in, lips gently pursed, and ghosted the lightest kiss against mine. Then, as if tracing a map only she knew, she dotted my cheeks and jawline with soft, fluttering pecks, each one a quiet ache of affection. Her warm breath caressed my skin, mingled with the familiar scent of her perfume that stirred something deep inside me. Every gesture radiated a sensual energy that overwhelmed my senses. At last, she found my lips again, this time lingering. Her tongue barely grazed mine before retreating, leaving behind a pulse of longing.
She smiled widely, her expression filled with sexual confidence as her hand drifted down and rubbed her hand up and down my jeans, sizing up my cock.
“Marcy was right, it’s much larger than our dildos. I can’t wait to feel it in me,” she purred. When her lips met mine again, her tongue explored my mouth as she twisted and bent my cock. I filled both of my hands with her full, round breasts and squeezed them. They were definitely bigger. She moaned in my mouth. My cock grew harder.
Pulling back a few inches, her deep blue eyes drew me in, smoldering with emotion and unbridled passion. She smiled, feeling my prick become even harder under her captivating, lustful gaze. With a seductive, soft voice, she purred, “Marcy instructed me to ask for the girlfriend experience. If you don’t mind, I’d rather be treated like a slut. A horny, sexy slut. I like to be fucked hard and never allow my orgasms to slow you down. Are you up for it?”
This woman was an animal, and I began to doubt if I’d be enough for her. Marcy was a demure, loving woman, while her wife was a bold and uninhibited woman, the perfect complement to Marcy’s gentleness. If there ever was a match in heaven, this was it.
I released one of her tits and ran my hand down her body until it landed on her bare thigh. I inched my way upward, squeezing her firm flesh, and when the side of my hand nudged against her smooth, bald pussy mound, I grinned and croaked, “You can ask Jennifer, and she’ll tell you that I never deny my daughter’s wishes. I’d love to treat you in the way you desire. You can call me Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy!” she exclaimed, passionately kissing me. I dragged my fingers up and down her wet slit. She moaned as I stuck three digits into her soaked slot. She hugged me tighter, grinding her tits against me while attempting to jam her tongue down my throat. After exploring the insides of her pussy, I found her exposed clit and gripped it between my fingertips, pulling and squeezing it.
Her body jerked and tensed with her orgasm, her juices dribbling out on the insides of her smooth thighs. Damn, she was horny. Within fifteen minutes of meeting my daughter-in-law for the first time, I’d made her cum.
When her body relaxed, I ended our kiss, but she pulled me back in for one more passionate moment. I looked over at Jennifer to see her face filled with the biggest smile ever. Her lustful expression matched Pamela’s, and I knew exactly what to do next.
“Jennifer, would you mind showing Pamela to the bedroom and helping her prepare for my first injection? I’m not going to last long, so I’d like her to loosen up with two more orgasms before I join you. Think you two can do that?”
“Yes, Daddy!” they chanted in unison, giggling like two little schoolgirls. Jennifer grabbed Pamela’s hand and pulled her into our bedroom. I undressed and, thinking about fucking the cute, curvaceous blonde, my cock throbbed in anticipation.
The sounds of their giggling ceased as I imagined them kissing each other, their nude bodies pressed together. My thoughts did little to stave off my excitement. Soon, I heard moaning, and ten minutes later, I heard the unmistakable sounds of Jennifer climaxing. It always turned me on to listen to the intense pleasure she received from her orgasm. Not long after, I heard Pamela’s cry of ecstasy and then her pleading, “Keep sucking it, baby! Don’t stop!”
From our past joinings, I knew Jennifer preferred a short break between orgasms, but I also knew she’d do whatever was necessary to please her lover. Her compassion was like her mother’s, always giving herself completely to her partner. The next orgasm was from Pamela, her distinct ‘Eep!’ sounding like a happy songbird chirping. Nothing from Jennifer, so I thought it was a good time to make my grand appearance.
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